This is a song about "Rats"

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Eatin' rations infested with rats poppin' aspirin and captains

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

If skill was a scary basement i'd have rats nibbling

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps